Cry Cry Cry Wha Wha Wha
cry cry cry
wha wha wha
I smile.
cry cry cry
wha wha wha
I laugh
I receive the pouty face now. I smile.
Stomp stomp stomp
Slam
I am relieved.
I listen to this stuff all day and I get paid for it.
Real money. From children who need extra attention.
He knows I am done when I get home.
I simply cannot stand one more whine. Anyway, he should know.
He has been married to me for forty-seven years.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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